I can feel the rain drops, go drip drop drip,
I wish to let the` sound to only let the`
Rain cripple into my ears and to clip,

The burning fierce fires away from tho` mind,
I ask for no such thing as help I cry,
For letting the rain go but I do find,

That I feel un-safe I am scared, I nip,
At myself with a blade cause I want die,
I hear and feel the fierce fires rising up,

As I carry out my last tear I fear,
I think of sweet silence that could be dear,
Dearly beloved I do want to cheer,
Cheer loud and clear that the war with myself,
Has been conquered by me, yes by me.